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105 degrees

It’s hot. It’s been hot all week, and I’ve been thinking about The Twilight Zone episode called “The Midnight Sun.”

The word that Mrs. Bronson is unable to put into the hot, still, sodden air is ‘doomed,’ because the people you’ve just seen have been handed a death sentence.

Yeah. That’s kind of how I feel.

If you’d like to view the episode in its entirety, do it:

Last night I started working on video assignment #539. I generated the random words and found some of the pictures through Google Images. I had some idea of where the story was going to go. I went to bed. I sat down with it again tonight, and the tale veered in a different direction.

In “Midnight Sun,” civilization faces its last days. The story below focuses on a doomed relationship. What has happened? Has the couple fallen into different rotations? Has the affinity for a crappy band taken its toll? Maybe the constant tallying of mistakes has worn thin. Or maybe it’s just the damn heat.

The opening of the project was stolen from this tweet which appeared in my stream this afternoon:

Truth "@RandallDoetzer: I used to live in Richmond, now I just live on the sun."